I don’t celebrate dates. I consider we are casualties of causalities, simply the day when we born or a country begins is product of a dace and random facts.
I find destructive the idea of live just a few days of the year and the rest of the time are just preparations toward those days and for see in internet what happened those days. Among those: Christmas (time to say everyday is Christmas and to buy and receive presents), Independence day (day when Vikings can drunk meanwhile soldiers make a parade for missis and children), Halloween (time to drink with a disguise), anniversaries (time to be nervous because we couldn’t remember it), and some days more; besides the fact that are alien commemorations to our culture also I don’t find the interest in celebrate my birthday or days that some religious or political authority says is must to be celebrated.
Go to a restaurant to show oneself and post the food we partially eat in instagram; go to a cinema to talk and don’t enjoy the movie and take a group selfie at the end so you can say in facebook that the move was funny; go to a cafe and pay for some water and ingredients worthy of ten cents but the place is nice so the people can see you across the windows; to buy a new latop, tablet and cellphone when the one you already have is working quite good and you are using it barely for the simplest tasks; to get a credit to the Caribbean beaches and to be one week in a hotel like anyplace doing the same as in the parties in home just to say you were in the Caribbean.
I think it’s a triumph of the advertisement, the reality is no more about the reality, instead it’s about the image and appearance. It doesn’t matter the meaning of the festivity but the photos about the ornamentation and no more is important about what you can enjoy but about the enjoyment of posting about things you did joylessly. In the end the years can be reduced to six or fifteen meaningful days and the rest can be reduced to an only one day in which nothing happened.
Time to hear those old Bob Marley’s Albums! haha. I’m still trying to get something rational from my film experiments, but it seems that there are thousand of issues. I get some photos with some weird colors. I don’t dislike them but it’s a bit like a lottery to know if the negative it’s going to give you something consistent. I sent the camera to replace light seals so know it would be right but otherwise it could be the expired film that give me these photographs in all the range of reggae colors (colors that I didn’t fix so much because the shifts are practically total). I feel like I took them with a camera in a hand and a funny cigar in the other!
Actually I like the results, what makes me feel uncomfortable it that those results aren’t from my mind or vision (oh no, I am writing as an artist!) but from technical issues.
Does anybody see a phantom in the next photograph?
I posted this one before but it’s part of that batch with severe color shift (I mixed the moon and the sun in one shot):
But not every picture has these color shifts shifts and anomalous outputs. Some of them were pretty accurate so I believe it could be light leaks filtering light into the exposed negative. For example in the last photo you can see very realistic colors, even more I’d liked to take the same scene with my Sony R1 because I feel that the film captured an amazing range of greens.
Said that I find more interesting the ones with color shift. The last one is just a simple shot I think. Technically I love the subtle tones of green and the detail captured for example in the leaves or bricks, but the composition is pretty normal, there is neither a question nor a message. I wonder if the other photographs would make me feel the same without the colors.